Twist of Fate Chapter 2
Title: Twists of Fate (2/?)
Chapter 2
Pairing: Jo/Blair
Rating: T
Disclaimer: This is Facts of Life Fan Fiction. I don’t own Jo, Blair, or their counterparts from the TV shows…I only wish. I am going to be adding a few of my own characters however.
Summary: What would you do if you found out the world as you knew it was gone and you had to start all over again alone? Please join me to find out how our dark haired heroine does it.
Thanks to all of you for giving this new story a chance. I hope you stay with me until the end of this new tale and share with me how you think I am doing. Special thanks go out to Cando58 for her kind and inspiring review. Enjoy your reading!
Previously… Jo barely made it to her feet as she heard the first shot ring out and agonizing pain blazed across her chest followed by a matching pain in her side. Her body was forced back by the impact of the bullets collapsing once more into the pile of rubble from the scaffolding, her head coming into firm contact with a metal pole hidden within knocking her into peaceful oblivion as the world around her erupted into chaos.”
… Blair, Nat, and Tootie clung to Mrs. Garret and Beverly Anne. None of them could believe Jo Polniaczek was really gone. She had been the strongest person any of them had known. Their friend had touched so many lives. Just looking around let one know that. The church and now the cemetery was packed to overflowing. No one doubted that Jo was loved and would be missed. Her absence would leave a hole in several lives especially those of the four women who had been with her since her arrival at Eastland ten years before.
FoL FoL FoL FoL FoL
CHAPTER 2
Two weeks later…
Hazy green eyes slowly opened. Where was she? Jo tried to move and groaned. It felt like she had been run over by a Mack truck.
A nurse immediately showed up. “It’s good to see those pretty eyes open on their own miss. We have been waiting a few of weeks for that to happen.”
“A few weeks?” Jo rasped. “Water please.”
The nurse dutifully put a straw to her lips. The cool liquid felt amazing in Jo’s parched mouth. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, sweetie.”
“How am I? Where am I? What happened after I was shot?” Jo had more questions but those were the first ones to come out. She wondered where her friends were and if her mom or dad had come to see her.
“Just hang tight miss. I will get your doctor and there are also a couple of agents who have been anxious to talk with you, but don’t you worry you are going to be all right. You have some of the best docs in the world taking care of you.”
Jo watched the nurse leave and saw that there was an armed guard dressed in fatigues outside her door. She looked around her room. There was a flowering pot sitting in the window and a picture of a desert cannon scene at sunset on the far wall and a TV mounted in the corner. A comfy looking recliner sat in the opposite corner from the TV and a typical hospital chair sat against the wall under the window. The room was spartan, but comfortable for a hospital room, at least it was private and she didn’t have to share.
Jo had dozed off and wasn’t sure how long she had been asleep when she felt the nurse begin checking her vitals.
“Sorry to wake you hon, but the doctor and agents are here to speak with you.” She helped Jo sit up and get as comfortable as she could. The nurse also gave her some more water.
“Thanks.”
“No problem.” The woman made notes of Jo’s vitals for her chart and left the room.
“Nice to meet you Jo. I am Dr. Martin Casto. I performed the surgeries to help repair the damage those two bullets did to you. One nicked your heart and the other went through your abdomen just missing your spine by less than half an inch. All in all you are a pretty lucky woman. Also the knife wound across your back didn’t require a lot of stitches to repair and will only leave very minimal scarring. We have been worried about that bump on your head though. I am glad that your body finally felt well enough to come out of its coma. You sure had me worried there.” Dr. Casto looked to be about forty maybe a few years older with dark hair, eyes and complexion, but he had a bright smile and made Jo feel comfortable. He was on the thin side and standing about six feet tall.
“Am I going to be okay, doc?”
“We will do some tests to make sure, but it looks like you are only going to come out of this with a few scars and no permanent physical damage. Do you mind if I check your surgical sites now?”
“No, go ahead.”
The doctor finished his exam. Informing Jo she was in Washington D.C. in a federal hospital in a protected ward. He also introduced the two agents who came in with him.
The male agent was Special Agent Carl Bantin of the FBI and the female was Officer Michelle Ferguson from Interpol.
The doctor stepped back as the salt and pepper haired FBI Agent stepped forward. “Ms. Polniaczek it’s an honor to meet you.”
“Sir, could you please tell me what happened after I was shot? Why I have a guard on my door? Why I am now in Washington DC, and where are my friends?”
He smiled. “I think you would have done well at the Academy.” He sat in the chair by the bed and the female officer who had brown and auburn hair in a tight braid leaned against the windowsill.
“Unfortunately, the two perps got away, but thanks to you we now know who they are. The man in the tuxedo is Pavel Nikolaevich, a very rich man originally from Russia. It is believed his first victims were his own parents and younger sister when he was about eighteen years old. He does not have any allies in his home country. His killing spree has spanned many years and over many nations. You are the first and only viable witness. He and his large friend were unsubs to us until now. Now Pavel and his buddy Leonid Igorovich’s pictures have been sent out to every law agency in every country in the world we can reach. This duo is no longer an unknown and much of their known assets have been seized.”
“Wait if I am the only viable witness will he go after my family and friends to get to me? And what happened to the family he had, did any of them make it?”
“The children did, but they are both too traumatized to be reliable witnesses and he kept them blind folded all the time. Pavel often does this, we are unsure why at the moment.”
“He liked hearing them cry and scream for their parents when they heard their parents’ pain and couldn’t see what was happening, and even more so when their parents fell silent and it was their turn.” Jo said as haunting sounds and images filled her mind. “Leonid called him Professor and Pavel called the behemoth my pet. It was really creepy.” Officer Ferguson was making notes on a Palm device as Jo spoke.
“Well that is interesting. We will talk more about all of that later. The two young boys are under protection in a special hospital and their aunt and uncle are with them. When they are better they are all going into the WitSec program. I think starting over will be good for them, not to mention safer. They can’t identify their attackers; however Pavel and Leonid might want to finish what they started. Though from our current profile that is unlikely.”
The Agent held Jo’s gaze. “You, on the other hand, are a definite target. He has already tried to get to you. He hired a couple of local mid-level thugs to take you out shortly after you entered the hospital. They were caught, but couldn’t give us more information other than a thin dude and a really big dude with Russian accents hired them.”
“These guys are crazy. My friends and family are in danger. We have to protect them.”Jo sat up straighter and groaned as her injuries pulled.
“Jo relax.” Dr Casto was at her side easing her back.
“Jo your family, friends, and you are protected the best way we know how.” Agent Bantin paused. “Pavel, Leonid, your family, your friends, and the world all think you died in surgery after the shooting. We thought that would be best until after Pavel and Leonid are captured and you can testify against them. You are the ace in the hole that will put them away.”
Jo was absolutely speechless. “Will I ever see any of my friends and family again?”
“We hope so, but we don’t know for sure. As of now it is only Pavel and Leonid alone and on the run. They are wanted by many government agencies in many nations as well as several underworld families he has chosen to take victims from. If he doesn’t have any allies that means it is unlikely you will be of any interest to anyone else once he is captured or dies.”
“What do I do now?” Jo stared at her hands; they were all lost to her. She had lost her parents before the shooting, but now she had lost Blair, her best friend and secret love. She had lost Mrs. G her surrogate mother, her heart sisters Tootie and Natalie, and crazy Aunt Beverly Anne. They were all gone and she was all alone. All she had worked for and loved was gone. Then again, all of those she cared for were safe; they were safe because JoAnna Marie Polniaczek was dead.
Interpol Officer Michelle Ferguson gave the young woman in the bed a few minutes to process. She was taking all of this better than they had hoped. She could tell the woman would be okay as long as her loved ones were protected.
“We believe it would be best if we moved you to a different country and set-up your new identity there. You have a large network of friends and your deeds were highly publicized here. It is too likely you will run into someone who will recognize you in this country. We will give you a new identity and many countries have offered to cover any costs if you chose to go back to school or get training in another field besides teaching, psychology, or the police force or even a mechanic. I think you could probably take up motorcycles again as long as it stays a private hobby and you don’t call attention to yourself. Take a few days and think about what you may want to do; maybe something else that you thought about majoring in at college. I have a couple of magazines and books about other careers and information on a couple of places we feel would be the safest to send you. Agent Bantin and I will both be back later to ask you about what happened in that building. Try and get some rest. I know you have a lot to think about.” She nodded to the brave young woman and led the Agent out the door.
Dr. Casto was watching her closely. “It’s a lot to take in, I know. However try and not get over stressed. It will only make your hospital stay longer. Is there anything else you need?”
“A keyboard. You know an electronic piano?” She wiggled her fingers in front of her like playing the piano.
The doctor quirked an eyebrow.
“I enjoy playing the piano when something is bothering me if I can’t ride my bike. And since I am in a hospital I can’t exactly ride my bike or get to a piano, so a keyboard will have to do.”
“My husband has a very nice one. I am sure he would let you borrow it especially if you let him come and visit with you. He is also assigned to this case, but he is a compu nerd or as I like to call him a techno geek. He has mad computer skills yet awful musical ones, but he tries. I know he would love to meet you. He could have that keyboard to you in a half hour.”
“Thanks, I would appreciate it and I look forward to meeting your husband.”
“Good, now you rest. I will call Teddy and be back soon.” The doctor left and Jo closed her eyes as fatigue blissfully overtook her.
She woke and hour later to find a short spiky haired blond man kicked back in the recliner in the corner working on a laptop. He looked up at her when he felt her gaze. His face lit up and showed off his killer dimples. “Hi there milady. I am Teddy Casto, at your service.” He actually stood and gave a slight bow.
Jo could see how Teddy and the Doc could balance one another out.
“Hello kind sir, it is a pleasure to meet you.” She couldn’t help teasing back.
Her reply earned her a chuckle. Teddy had placed a very nice keyboard on the rolling tray table. He maneuvered it in front of Jo and helped her adjust the height. He showed her the ins and outs of it. “Do you need or want sheet music?”
“I have several songs I play by heart though there are a many I do use sheet music for.” Her fingers began flowing over the keys. She let herself get lost in the music for a little while before looking up and finding both Teddy and the Doc perched at the end of her bed listening.
“I don’t think I have heard such beautiful music come from Teddy’s keyboard before.” The Doc winked at her.
“Hey, you better watch it darling or you will be sleeping in the guestroom tonight.” Teddy pouted, but he too winked at Jo. “You play lovely my sweet. Here,” He handed her a laptop. “I have several sheets of music loaded on here. Pick what you like and I can run down the hall and print them off for you. If there are songs you want that aren’t on there, I bet I can find them online and then print them out for you.”
“Thank you both.” Jo sighed. “So Doc, how much longer will I be here?” She wondered where she would be after she left the hospital.
“Not sure exactly. It will depend on your test results, but it looks like brain and motor functions are working just fine. I could probably justify keeping you in my facility for a couple of weeks. Give you a little time to get up on your feet and really decide what you want to do. You are going to want to be strong when you leave here to stand up to all those government officers and agents wanting to pull you hither and yon.”
“I agree with Marty. You want some time to heal, think, and grow strong again before dealing with them.”
“Thanks again. I think I will take you up on that.” Jo could see that they both seemed to really care. It was nice to not feel so alone even for just a little bit. She felt tired again already. She pushed the table with the keyboard away and Teddy took the laptop placing in on the windowsill. Jo was tired, but her mind was also racing with a myriad of thoughts. She was sad at the loss of everything she knew and cared about and sad about what they must have and still were going through because of her apparent death. Her mind was also filled with doubts and uncertainty about her future. No matter how her mind was racing her body soon took over shutting down into a healing sleep.
Jo took their advice and ended up staying at the hospital for another four weeks. During that time she really got to know Martin and Teddy Casto. The couple in their late thirties and early forties, became something of surrogate parents. Something just clicked between the three of them.
She thought long and hard about what she wanted to do in the future, and the more she thought about it the more she wanted to do what Dr. Martin did. He was a surgeon, he saved lives. Teddy said that she also had an aptitude for computers. He had been teaching her a lot about what he did and she had taken to it easily.
To take her mind off of everything and everyone she had lost and would probably never see again, Jo threw herself into her new endeavors. After speaking with the Doc, he began helping her study for exams to get into medical school. Teddy even helped by setting up software on a laptop to help her study.
After speaking with representatives from several different government agencies and some string pulling by some government officials, as well as, by some not so politically correct powerful families, Jo was guaranteed a spot at one of the top medical schools in the world. Contingent on her passing the tests required for acceptance. The dark haired woman was heading to University of Cambridge in England.
FoL FoL FoL FoL FoL
I told you not to be so sad after the first chapter. As you see this story revolves mostly around Jo and the twists that fate sends her on, but wait it out. We will see our other favorite characters return before this story reaches its end. So tell me, what do you think so far? A bit different than most FoL fan fiction but I had fun writing this story. I have it written out on paper and am simply typing it in making a few minor adjustments along the way and sharing my imagination with you. If you like this try my Rizzles tale Winds of Change, that one I am writing fresh as I go, an interesting adventure in itself. Again, thanks for reading and please feel free to review and share your thoughts with me. Until Next Time…
Chapter 2
Pairing: Jo/Blair
Rating: T
Disclaimer: This is Facts of Life Fan Fiction. I don’t own Jo, Blair, or their counterparts from the TV shows…I only wish. I am going to be adding a few of my own characters however.
Summary: What would you do if you found out the world as you knew it was gone and you had to start all over again alone? Please join me to find out how our dark haired heroine does it.
Thanks to all of you for giving this new story a chance. I hope you stay with me until the end of this new tale and share with me how you think I am doing. Special thanks go out to Cando58 for her kind and inspiring review. Enjoy your reading!
Previously… Jo barely made it to her feet as she heard the first shot ring out and agonizing pain blazed across her chest followed by a matching pain in her side. Her body was forced back by the impact of the bullets collapsing once more into the pile of rubble from the scaffolding, her head coming into firm contact with a metal pole hidden within knocking her into peaceful oblivion as the world around her erupted into chaos.”
… Blair, Nat, and Tootie clung to Mrs. Garret and Beverly Anne. None of them could believe Jo Polniaczek was really gone. She had been the strongest person any of them had known. Their friend had touched so many lives. Just looking around let one know that. The church and now the cemetery was packed to overflowing. No one doubted that Jo was loved and would be missed. Her absence would leave a hole in several lives especially those of the four women who had been with her since her arrival at Eastland ten years before.
FoL FoL FoL FoL FoL
CHAPTER 2
Two weeks later…
Hazy green eyes slowly opened. Where was she? Jo tried to move and groaned. It felt like she had been run over by a Mack truck.
A nurse immediately showed up. “It’s good to see those pretty eyes open on their own miss. We have been waiting a few of weeks for that to happen.”
“A few weeks?” Jo rasped. “Water please.”
The nurse dutifully put a straw to her lips. The cool liquid felt amazing in Jo’s parched mouth. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, sweetie.”
“How am I? Where am I? What happened after I was shot?” Jo had more questions but those were the first ones to come out. She wondered where her friends were and if her mom or dad had come to see her.
“Just hang tight miss. I will get your doctor and there are also a couple of agents who have been anxious to talk with you, but don’t you worry you are going to be all right. You have some of the best docs in the world taking care of you.”
Jo watched the nurse leave and saw that there was an armed guard dressed in fatigues outside her door. She looked around her room. There was a flowering pot sitting in the window and a picture of a desert cannon scene at sunset on the far wall and a TV mounted in the corner. A comfy looking recliner sat in the opposite corner from the TV and a typical hospital chair sat against the wall under the window. The room was spartan, but comfortable for a hospital room, at least it was private and she didn’t have to share.
Jo had dozed off and wasn’t sure how long she had been asleep when she felt the nurse begin checking her vitals.
“Sorry to wake you hon, but the doctor and agents are here to speak with you.” She helped Jo sit up and get as comfortable as she could. The nurse also gave her some more water.
“Thanks.”
“No problem.” The woman made notes of Jo’s vitals for her chart and left the room.
“Nice to meet you Jo. I am Dr. Martin Casto. I performed the surgeries to help repair the damage those two bullets did to you. One nicked your heart and the other went through your abdomen just missing your spine by less than half an inch. All in all you are a pretty lucky woman. Also the knife wound across your back didn’t require a lot of stitches to repair and will only leave very minimal scarring. We have been worried about that bump on your head though. I am glad that your body finally felt well enough to come out of its coma. You sure had me worried there.” Dr. Casto looked to be about forty maybe a few years older with dark hair, eyes and complexion, but he had a bright smile and made Jo feel comfortable. He was on the thin side and standing about six feet tall.
“Am I going to be okay, doc?”
“We will do some tests to make sure, but it looks like you are only going to come out of this with a few scars and no permanent physical damage. Do you mind if I check your surgical sites now?”
“No, go ahead.”
The doctor finished his exam. Informing Jo she was in Washington D.C. in a federal hospital in a protected ward. He also introduced the two agents who came in with him.
The male agent was Special Agent Carl Bantin of the FBI and the female was Officer Michelle Ferguson from Interpol.
The doctor stepped back as the salt and pepper haired FBI Agent stepped forward. “Ms. Polniaczek it’s an honor to meet you.”
“Sir, could you please tell me what happened after I was shot? Why I have a guard on my door? Why I am now in Washington DC, and where are my friends?”
He smiled. “I think you would have done well at the Academy.” He sat in the chair by the bed and the female officer who had brown and auburn hair in a tight braid leaned against the windowsill.
“Unfortunately, the two perps got away, but thanks to you we now know who they are. The man in the tuxedo is Pavel Nikolaevich, a very rich man originally from Russia. It is believed his first victims were his own parents and younger sister when he was about eighteen years old. He does not have any allies in his home country. His killing spree has spanned many years and over many nations. You are the first and only viable witness. He and his large friend were unsubs to us until now. Now Pavel and his buddy Leonid Igorovich’s pictures have been sent out to every law agency in every country in the world we can reach. This duo is no longer an unknown and much of their known assets have been seized.”
“Wait if I am the only viable witness will he go after my family and friends to get to me? And what happened to the family he had, did any of them make it?”
“The children did, but they are both too traumatized to be reliable witnesses and he kept them blind folded all the time. Pavel often does this, we are unsure why at the moment.”
“He liked hearing them cry and scream for their parents when they heard their parents’ pain and couldn’t see what was happening, and even more so when their parents fell silent and it was their turn.” Jo said as haunting sounds and images filled her mind. “Leonid called him Professor and Pavel called the behemoth my pet. It was really creepy.” Officer Ferguson was making notes on a Palm device as Jo spoke.
“Well that is interesting. We will talk more about all of that later. The two young boys are under protection in a special hospital and their aunt and uncle are with them. When they are better they are all going into the WitSec program. I think starting over will be good for them, not to mention safer. They can’t identify their attackers; however Pavel and Leonid might want to finish what they started. Though from our current profile that is unlikely.”
The Agent held Jo’s gaze. “You, on the other hand, are a definite target. He has already tried to get to you. He hired a couple of local mid-level thugs to take you out shortly after you entered the hospital. They were caught, but couldn’t give us more information other than a thin dude and a really big dude with Russian accents hired them.”
“These guys are crazy. My friends and family are in danger. We have to protect them.”Jo sat up straighter and groaned as her injuries pulled.
“Jo relax.” Dr Casto was at her side easing her back.
“Jo your family, friends, and you are protected the best way we know how.” Agent Bantin paused. “Pavel, Leonid, your family, your friends, and the world all think you died in surgery after the shooting. We thought that would be best until after Pavel and Leonid are captured and you can testify against them. You are the ace in the hole that will put them away.”
Jo was absolutely speechless. “Will I ever see any of my friends and family again?”
“We hope so, but we don’t know for sure. As of now it is only Pavel and Leonid alone and on the run. They are wanted by many government agencies in many nations as well as several underworld families he has chosen to take victims from. If he doesn’t have any allies that means it is unlikely you will be of any interest to anyone else once he is captured or dies.”
“What do I do now?” Jo stared at her hands; they were all lost to her. She had lost her parents before the shooting, but now she had lost Blair, her best friend and secret love. She had lost Mrs. G her surrogate mother, her heart sisters Tootie and Natalie, and crazy Aunt Beverly Anne. They were all gone and she was all alone. All she had worked for and loved was gone. Then again, all of those she cared for were safe; they were safe because JoAnna Marie Polniaczek was dead.
Interpol Officer Michelle Ferguson gave the young woman in the bed a few minutes to process. She was taking all of this better than they had hoped. She could tell the woman would be okay as long as her loved ones were protected.
“We believe it would be best if we moved you to a different country and set-up your new identity there. You have a large network of friends and your deeds were highly publicized here. It is too likely you will run into someone who will recognize you in this country. We will give you a new identity and many countries have offered to cover any costs if you chose to go back to school or get training in another field besides teaching, psychology, or the police force or even a mechanic. I think you could probably take up motorcycles again as long as it stays a private hobby and you don’t call attention to yourself. Take a few days and think about what you may want to do; maybe something else that you thought about majoring in at college. I have a couple of magazines and books about other careers and information on a couple of places we feel would be the safest to send you. Agent Bantin and I will both be back later to ask you about what happened in that building. Try and get some rest. I know you have a lot to think about.” She nodded to the brave young woman and led the Agent out the door.
Dr. Casto was watching her closely. “It’s a lot to take in, I know. However try and not get over stressed. It will only make your hospital stay longer. Is there anything else you need?”
“A keyboard. You know an electronic piano?” She wiggled her fingers in front of her like playing the piano.
The doctor quirked an eyebrow.
“I enjoy playing the piano when something is bothering me if I can’t ride my bike. And since I am in a hospital I can’t exactly ride my bike or get to a piano, so a keyboard will have to do.”
“My husband has a very nice one. I am sure he would let you borrow it especially if you let him come and visit with you. He is also assigned to this case, but he is a compu nerd or as I like to call him a techno geek. He has mad computer skills yet awful musical ones, but he tries. I know he would love to meet you. He could have that keyboard to you in a half hour.”
“Thanks, I would appreciate it and I look forward to meeting your husband.”
“Good, now you rest. I will call Teddy and be back soon.” The doctor left and Jo closed her eyes as fatigue blissfully overtook her.
She woke and hour later to find a short spiky haired blond man kicked back in the recliner in the corner working on a laptop. He looked up at her when he felt her gaze. His face lit up and showed off his killer dimples. “Hi there milady. I am Teddy Casto, at your service.” He actually stood and gave a slight bow.
Jo could see how Teddy and the Doc could balance one another out.
“Hello kind sir, it is a pleasure to meet you.” She couldn’t help teasing back.
Her reply earned her a chuckle. Teddy had placed a very nice keyboard on the rolling tray table. He maneuvered it in front of Jo and helped her adjust the height. He showed her the ins and outs of it. “Do you need or want sheet music?”
“I have several songs I play by heart though there are a many I do use sheet music for.” Her fingers began flowing over the keys. She let herself get lost in the music for a little while before looking up and finding both Teddy and the Doc perched at the end of her bed listening.
“I don’t think I have heard such beautiful music come from Teddy’s keyboard before.” The Doc winked at her.
“Hey, you better watch it darling or you will be sleeping in the guestroom tonight.” Teddy pouted, but he too winked at Jo. “You play lovely my sweet. Here,” He handed her a laptop. “I have several sheets of music loaded on here. Pick what you like and I can run down the hall and print them off for you. If there are songs you want that aren’t on there, I bet I can find them online and then print them out for you.”
“Thank you both.” Jo sighed. “So Doc, how much longer will I be here?” She wondered where she would be after she left the hospital.
“Not sure exactly. It will depend on your test results, but it looks like brain and motor functions are working just fine. I could probably justify keeping you in my facility for a couple of weeks. Give you a little time to get up on your feet and really decide what you want to do. You are going to want to be strong when you leave here to stand up to all those government officers and agents wanting to pull you hither and yon.”
“I agree with Marty. You want some time to heal, think, and grow strong again before dealing with them.”
“Thanks again. I think I will take you up on that.” Jo could see that they both seemed to really care. It was nice to not feel so alone even for just a little bit. She felt tired again already. She pushed the table with the keyboard away and Teddy took the laptop placing in on the windowsill. Jo was tired, but her mind was also racing with a myriad of thoughts. She was sad at the loss of everything she knew and cared about and sad about what they must have and still were going through because of her apparent death. Her mind was also filled with doubts and uncertainty about her future. No matter how her mind was racing her body soon took over shutting down into a healing sleep.
Jo took their advice and ended up staying at the hospital for another four weeks. During that time she really got to know Martin and Teddy Casto. The couple in their late thirties and early forties, became something of surrogate parents. Something just clicked between the three of them.
She thought long and hard about what she wanted to do in the future, and the more she thought about it the more she wanted to do what Dr. Martin did. He was a surgeon, he saved lives. Teddy said that she also had an aptitude for computers. He had been teaching her a lot about what he did and she had taken to it easily.
To take her mind off of everything and everyone she had lost and would probably never see again, Jo threw herself into her new endeavors. After speaking with the Doc, he began helping her study for exams to get into medical school. Teddy even helped by setting up software on a laptop to help her study.
After speaking with representatives from several different government agencies and some string pulling by some government officials, as well as, by some not so politically correct powerful families, Jo was guaranteed a spot at one of the top medical schools in the world. Contingent on her passing the tests required for acceptance. The dark haired woman was heading to University of Cambridge in England.
FoL FoL FoL FoL FoL
I told you not to be so sad after the first chapter. As you see this story revolves mostly around Jo and the twists that fate sends her on, but wait it out. We will see our other favorite characters return before this story reaches its end. So tell me, what do you think so far? A bit different than most FoL fan fiction but I had fun writing this story. I have it written out on paper and am simply typing it in making a few minor adjustments along the way and sharing my imagination with you. If you like this try my Rizzles tale Winds of Change, that one I am writing fresh as I go, an interesting adventure in itself. Again, thanks for reading and please feel free to review and share your thoughts with me. Until Next Time…